BIG DADDY KANE

Rest In Peace Lyrics

[Preacher]Dearly beloved, we are gathered here todayfor this somber occasionPlease join us in the mourning of this U-47It was a great microphone in it's dayuntil it met it's fateOne evening while it was in the studioit was struck by the lyrical force of the Big Daddy KaneSo ashes to ashes, and dust to dustMay this microphone, rest, in peace..

[Big Daddy Kane]Knock knock, guess who? Yes, oohThe Bigger the B, the Iggah the I,the Jigga the G is comin throughYes I'm the one with clout, they're all talkin boutTo be frank, I have the flavor like sauerkrautThe microphone assassinator and furthermoreI murdered plenty rappers and believe that I'll murder moreSo if you ask to give the Kane a goYou better treat me like drugs, and Just Say NoBecause I utilize my skills to brutilizeAnd in a battle, man you should see what I do to guysWhenever the mic's mine, I'll rock a hype rhymeand come off, like dirty panties at nighttimeCause any mic that I caress, I finessewith zest, and just bless, best yet to progressKing Asiatic, no other rapper stands thisYou couldn't be a King if you played hockey in Los AngelesI gets pi-daid, top gri-dade, gotta admit eypoint blank, the kid's stri-daightCause when it comes to R-A-P-P-I-N, huhI got it locked up like a bullpen

[Big Daddy Kane]Rappers I get em and hit em and slit em and split em and rid emAcquit em, when I get wit em, you can tell that I did emI take em and shake em and bake em and ache em and break emand rake em, you can't awake em from the comatose way I make emCause when you're messin with me -- you know what?You can swallow a live grenade and you STILL won't blow up!Pickin up the microphone you shouldn't dareIt's like bein on a Stairmaster, climbin and goin nowhereYou're perpetratin like you're ready and ablebut couldn't rock a show, if the stage was a cradleYour rhymes are old as an artifact, and you don't want no part of thatSo don't even start it blackAnyone riffin I show them how I'm livinAnd give them some of that treatment like my man Michael BivinsI smack em up, flip em and then shove em downHuh, oh I-ah-ah-I-ah-I-ah-I don't be fuckin aroundTo rip this microphone like this todaysince eighty-seven I came a LONG, LONG wayTo headlinin, all the way from supportin.... and I know you've been watchin me Norton!Through my whole rap career, a lot of young, huh,rappers sat there, and listened, a lot of young, huh,rappers sat there, and wishin.. but..you couldn't see the Kane with X-Ray visionAnd just because you didn't see my crew for a fewA lot of people thought the Wolfpack was throughBut if you think the Kane and Scoob and Scrap'll breakupI tell you like Marvin Gaye, "wake up.. wake up.. wake up.."Put it to rest, it's best to 'fessBecause the Kane is breakin rappers like the IRSAnd consider this microphone the deceasedNow may it rest in peace